Comments | crossing_lostrp: [NPC Ripley] On the Prowl

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[Jack] purplerhino June 19 2007, 19:05:13 UTC

(OOC: not really. I love the evil. Really ( ... )

[Sam Tyler] starborn_scribe June 19 2007, 19:34:05 UTC

Sam hadn't been able to stay in the bunker for long. Although things had settled down a bit, most everyone was upset to some degree. That, or shagging. Ripley's body's inherent restlessness and response to feeling others having carnal relations(!) drove him back to the jungle ( ... )

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[NPC Ripley] starborn_scribe June 19 2007, 19:49:11 UTC

Ripley was very much enjoying how the other half lived when she found herself in a tree holding a freshly skinned snake. "The fuck?"

Her body must have been off balance, because Ripley tumbled from the branch, losing her meal in the process. She grabbed the tree trunk, sinking her claws in it to slow her fall. Before long she'd slid to a halt. "Dammit, Tyler."

The world twisted again, and Ripley was again hovering over Jack-in-George. Her chest felt tight, her head muzzy, and her body spent. "Wha?" Strangely her borrowed dick felt cold, of all things. Ripley looked between her and Jack's bodies and quickly realized what had happened. "Dammit, Tyler!" she roared, then flopped on to the bed beside Jack.

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[Jack] purplerhino June 19 2007, 20:17:46 UTC

Jack chuckled, guessing what had happened with him had happened with Ripley. "Little fast on the trigger, huh? Can't blame him. George is hot."

He ran his fingers up Sam's thigh. "Give it some recovery time. Then I'll see if I can make it all better."

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[NPC Ripley] starborn_scribe June 20 2007, 18:02:30 UTC

Thanks to Jack, Ripley enjoyed the wait for Sam's body to ready itself for another round. Normally she'd be impatient, but Jack explained -- and demonstrated -- the importance of foreplay. They took their time exploring each other (and their own) bodies with hands, lips, and tongues ( ... )

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[Jack] purplerhino June 20 2007, 18:20:33 UTC

"Paedophilia's one of the few definite no-goes I have, you know. Lucky for you, your intellect and body are older than three." Jack tilted his/hear head as he looked down at Ripley. "Couldn't handle or didn't know what to do with? Had they NO imagination?" He smirked.

"Looks like you discovered you inner vixen anyway. Good for the universe." He reached down to run George's fingers through Sam's hair.

"I'm more than happy to give you instructions. Nothing like furthering someone's education. But you gotta remember each person is different. Different nerve endings, different preferences. Half the fun is finding what works. But if you'd rather this the other way... I have never had a complaint on my blow jobs. Usually they equate to a religious experience if the number of times God's been invoked during them is any indication." He winked.

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[NPC Ripley] Rowr! starborn_scribe June 21 2007, 12:04:30 UTC

"Of that I have no doubt," Ripley grinned back. "Maybe later. First I want to try this." She nuzzled Jack/George's sex with Sam's chin to clarify.

Jack was a good teacher. Between words, thrusts of his hips, and groans he let Ripley know what pushed George's buttons. By the second time Ripley had brought him to the brink of orgasm she was ready for round two.

Trembling with desire, she leaped on top of George's writhing body and thrust inside. Climax tore a ragged cry from Sam's throat.

It was so worth the wait.

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[Jack] purplerhino June 21 2007, 23:25:17 UTC

Hmmm... still a bit fast on the trigger, but he'd gotten his fun before hand, so no real complaints. Besides, for Ripley it had to be comparable to a 16 year old virgin getting it on with his first girl.

Did he just call himself a girl? This was fun.

Jack put his arms around Sam's body.

"Next lesson, how to write your name in the snow. Wait, no snow. Sand will have to do."

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[George] sinanju June 19 2007, 20:27:15 UTC

George was bored. Bored, bored, bored. She was no help with the magical research; the only language she read was English. When the books were distributed and people settled down to study them, George left the cafeteria. She had no idea what to do with herself ( ... )

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[George] sinanju June 21 2007, 01:53:12 UTC

George cleaned up the broken glass and spilled water. She did so with exaggerated care after it occurred to her that she wasn't in her own body. Injuries wouldn't just heal up immediately. Jack probably wouldn't like that, and George wouldn't enjoy it either.

But it was all done in short order. Which left George standing in the kitchen shifting her weight--his weight--from one foot to the other and one hand plucking at her hair.

The gesture was an old habit; toying with a lock of hair, or even chewing on the end occasionally, when she was thinking. But it wasn't long enough. Shit. Jack. And Sam Tyler--no, Ripley. She couldn't believe it!

(Oh, who are you kidding?) George thought. (This is Jack you're talking about. Mr. Good Clean Dirty Fun himself. That's why you accosted him in the first place.)

"Are you all talk, or what?" she'd demanded.Or what, as it turned out. Much to George's complete lack of surprise and great pleasure. George felt her cheeks warming just thinking about it. And she felt something...else reacting as well. ( ... )

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OOC snickering starborn_scribe June 21 2007, 12:10:16 UTC

Too funny!

The flirting after everyone switches back is going to be hysterical. Ripley'll shamelessly flirt with Jack (naturally), George, and Sam. Hee!

Poor Sam. He really needs to relax. :)

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Re: OOC snickering purplerhino June 21 2007, 23:27:33 UTC

Jack "man slut" Harkness. Oh yeah. LOL

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